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Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.
I cannot be felt, seen or touched; Yet I can be found in everybody; My existence is always in debate; Yet there is a style of music named after me.
If you suffer from this, you might wear a wig
It belongs to you but you don’t use it. It does not belong to other people but they use it. What is it?
What can be any size or shape and gets bigger the more you take from it?
I touch the Earth, I touch the sky, but if I touch you, you’ll likely die. What am I?